(Have you ever turned on the news or opened the morning's paper only to be confronted with something so grotesquely offensive that you simply lost your freaking mind? I had one of those moments this morning, and while I generally don't use my blog for political or social commentary - at least not overtly, I much prefer a more subtle mind-control tactic - I simply could not let this go.)


Sumner Redstone's daughter, who is a billionaire media mogul in her own right, who revolutionized the theater business as we know it and who no doubt has a red phone on her desk connected directly to God or, at the very least, the Pope, makes yummy cookies. Oh, and stuffed cabbage, too.

Or so the L.A. Times informs me. It has apparently become their policy to include the homemaking habits of the nation's most successful business women when writing articles supposedly about their legal and corporate deal-makings. Is it 1954 and nobody told me?

Conspicuously absent was a list of Mr. Redstone's greatest recipes. Although I'm quite sure he makes a lovely pot roast.

The article, to my great surprise, was written by a woman, who we will now be referring to as Traitor to the Feminist Cause.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go make sure women's suffrage hasn't been overturned while I wasn't looking.



*And for the record, I make a bitchin' snickerdoodle.